Have you ever wondered what’s on the other side of the mirror? Are you really who you think you are? What is “real”? If our “reality” could be destroyed in a flash, how could it be “real”? What if we are just a mere reflection of a grand thought; walking in a dream...

You carry away with you a reflection of me, a part of me. I dreamed you; I wished for your existence. You will always be a part of my life. If I love you, it must be because we shared, at some moment, the same imaginings, the same madness, the same stage.” ― Anaïs Nin...

I want the impossible, I want to fly all the time, I destroy ordinary life, I run towards all the dangers of love as he ran towards all the dangers of war. He runs away, war is less terrifying to him than life… — Anaïs Nin, A Spy in the House of Love (via otherpaths)...